The Bitch Is Back!

Okay- it's time to knock it off. I can't keep functioning like this. So, what better way to feel better than to shop? HA!
It's time to use the things I know to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get me back, right? It might not show on here but it's been HELL being me. Getting through the days have sucked. Since I am NOT making a decision about my ovaries yet, the least I can do is bust out my trusty healing oils and vitamins and minerals and help myself out, which is what I'm going to do. Plus I just bought some new oil that I love already and a delicious smelling lotion and fantastic merlot lipstick. I look better already. :)

Julia bit the dust yesterday, she bit it hard, on her face. I am so sad. My beautiful baby's face has a good sized road rash owie on it, and it's pussing and sweating (BARF!) the way they do when they are forming the nasty looking scab it will have on it. I'm so sad for her. Her face is so pretty, and now this. BUT again, I rock and I'm armed with things that help owies and scars and healing. As soon as that thing grows it's scab, I'm all over it. She didn't want to go to school today. Her face hurt. :(

What can I get Cullen for being the best husband of all time???? He has been THE BEST EVER. Here's how the conversations have gone around here lately. Me: "You don't have to take the kids out." Him" I WANT to take all the kids out." Isn't that awesome? Not many dads especially WANT to take all 4 of their kids out, and Cullen THRIVES on it. And he has babied me and found ways to let me sleep, and dealt with my out of whack hormones...and made dinner a few times and he comes home with something he knows I'll eat at least a little of... he's the best. What do you get for someone like that? Maybe Twins tickets?

The nicer weather has not deterred me from my RV plans.

Okay- I think that's all I got. Just wanted you all to know I'm done now. I'm done getting my ass handed to me. It's time to use my skillz to get back in the game.